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tapakah0 · 5 months
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Wait... Tapa, you're FUCKING 19 Y/O?! (Big /POS) I'M ADMIRING SOMEONE WHO'S MY AGE BUT WITH THE SKILLS OF A GOD?! (HUGE /POS)
Oh, Lord. Might faint if I don't sit down *says the one laying in bed cause executive dysfunction wont let them wake up*.
Tapa, really, I hugely admire and look up to you. Maybe I don't interact that often with your content, and rather I follow you because of Cass or not, I really admire how versatile you are when it comes to art. Want comic? Don't worry, there's really good and amazing comics in the master post. Want animatics? BAM! This artist's known for it's CAS animatics, and literally have done most of these in the span of, what? THREE FUCKING HOURS?! (really, that's sick and cool. Hope you rested after those /Pos). Want illustrations? Well, my my, look furthermore and you shall receive.
I really admire and look up to you, and now that you might be my age, or a little older, it both, Ups and Downs me: Up's because the fact that you got to this point and have such a progress behind you, means that I can too. Just need a bit more of discipline and focus, because I would really need the focus. And Down's because, I could be there, and just can't one way or the other. I barely know the theorics about animation/animatic and illustration, even less about doing so, and I can't really focus for more than 12hs, (and I really tried).
You're amazing, Tapa, and you truly are someone admirable. Someone loveable (Still can't forget you about your animatic “Twins”, it broke me into shards to a different level /Pos). And someone I aspire to be. When it comes to skills Ofc.
Hope you're well rested, feed, and drink enough water. I really love your art and how you have improve into them /POS /LH
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Ohhh, sweet, thank you ;;~;; But I need you to know that I myself don't know a lot of things, still learning them, don't know a lot of basics about animation, I know artists my age that worked so much more then me, but it's interesting that over time you just get used to it, don't get jealous, don't push yourself, just start enjoying what you do I hope you'll get to the height you wanna climb!
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astrum-aetherium · 7 months
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just checking up and seeing if you’re doing well☺️
with people as kind as you finding their way into my inbox, how could i not be? <3
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spicedrobot · 3 months
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drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️
<3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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yeahmileapo · 2 years
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Hello! I wanted to ask if it is okay to use this wonderful gif you made for a tumblr post I wanted to write? https:// yeahmileapo. tumblr. com/ post/685544445788160000/just-porsche-trying-to-unbutton-miles-pants-but Usually I try to find the gifs through search so the credit is given properly, but couldn't find this one and it's perfect for I want to write about - I'll credit you ofc, by linking to the original post. Thank you very much in advance, sorry to bother
Hello! Of course absolutely❤️
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noctopus-art · 12 days
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Ok so first of all, I wanted to thank you all for your warm welcome here on tumblr !! Y’all are so sweet fr 😭💖 I read all your sweet comments and hashtag, and I’m happy to join the madhouse ❤️‍🔥 still trying to understand how tumblr works, I come from Twitter and instagram it’s very different haha, but love you 🫶
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Then, I gotta say, it’s not the first time I’m pretty quick to draw Crowley in DT’s outfit, actually did this one an hour after seeing the outfit for Comic Releif 😤 it was so Crowley coded I couldn’t resist-
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pr41sethemoon · 10 months
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🌺💜SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 💜🌺
AHHH, thank you, my sweetest Bre 🤍🥹
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weasleywrinkles · 1 month
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everybody say thank you to hozier for murdering the good omens fandom once again. First I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me and then But who wants to live forever, babe, you treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate? SIR. SIR COME ON. Crowley got tits over arse drunk fairly recently and trauma dumped all over you again, didn't he?
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troutpaws · 5 months
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cherished wildlife reqs #1
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mi-corazon · 1 year
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cheese-water · 1 year
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he is the only funny person on the damn app
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dogtheories · 1 year
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barry berkman
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grey-sides · 3 months
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On a Monday morning, Steve's dad frowns at his paper and throws Steve a sidelong glance. On the entertainment page is a black and white photo of Bruce Springsteen kissing Clarence Clemons.
Steve swallows his toast and shifts in his seat. But his father doesn't say a thing and Steve doesn't know where to begin. He's not asked to get rid of his Springsteen tapes. But he does find the paper later, tossed on the pile to go in the trash and clips out the picture.
It's not the first time he's seen this exact scenario with Bruce Springsteen. But it is the first time in a long time he's been interested in doing it himself.
He tucks the paper clipping away in a book under his bed. And he thinks about the cash he has saved up and how much longer Robin has to be in school for.
On a Friday evening, he fixes his hair and kisses his mom's cheek on his way out the door. The newspaper clipping under his bed is delicately frayed already, the thin paper worn thinner by his eager fingers.
He picks Robin up, waves to her mom and drives them just outside of town. Eddie's van is already there, quiet and dark because he and his band are already inside.
On a Friday night, Steve tucks into a beer and looks up at the stage. He smiles despite himself and thinks of Bruce and Clarence when Eddie and Jeff lean into the microphone together.
His palms sweat and he presses them to his bottle. The edges of the label are peeling like the newspaper clipping. He taps his toe to the music and smiles wider when a woman takes Robin by the hand to show her how to rock out.
On an early Saturday morning, so early Steve would call it late, he helps Eddie put the instruments away in the back of the van. He watches as Eddie stacks each piece carefully and curses when a cymbal crashes against an amp.
And he thinks about his newspaper and the judgement in his dad's eyes. He twirls his keyring around his finger and thinks of another life where he kept up with his piano lessons instead of baseball.
On an early Saturday morning, Steve closes the van doors just enough to block people from seeing them and he pulls Eddie close. And he wonders what it would be like to do on a stage.
And Eddie is not Clarence Clemons and he is not Bruce Springsteen. But his heart still races and his palms still sweat, and he knows he could bellow out of his lungs with joy if he was standing in front of a crowd.
And later still on that early Saturday morning, Steve feels the calluses of Eddie's guitar worn fingers on his cheek. And he listens to his halfway to hoarse voice tell a story. And he tastes cheap beer and song lyrics on his lips. And he thinks next Saturday, he might join Robin dancing in the dark of the bar.
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Feelings Thawed
Character; Cater Diamond
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.
“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.
Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 
He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.
You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.
He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.
Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”
Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”
You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”
Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.
“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 
The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.
You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”
Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 
It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.
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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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calaphort · 8 months
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Rarity never found her *prince*, per se
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egophiliac · 9 months
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I think Grim should also get a shirt
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bizarrelittlemew · 8 months
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"THE LOVE OF OUR TWO GUYS"????
THE LOVE OF OUR TWO GUYS. THE LOVE OF OUR TWO GUYS THE. LOVE OF OUR TWO GUYS!!!!!!!!! THE LOVE. OF OUR!!! TWO GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!
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